Watching Zhou Ruoxue slowly walk up to him, Chen Mo momentarily had the urge to turn and run.
He felt somewhat guilty, after all, he had been involved in that incident with Zhou Ruoxue just last night.
If Zhou Ruoxue knew that the man behind the mask was him, Chen Mo wondered what kind of emotions she would have afterward.
Nevertheless, Chen Mo suppressed his instinctual impulse and quietly waited for Zhou Ruoxue to approach, a faint smile hanging on his lips.
Zhou Ruoxue carried herself with easy grace, her fringe fluttering in the wind, and the early rising sun casting a glow on her white dress, giving Zhou Ruoxue a dazzling radiance.
Now, Zhou Ruoxue seemed even more like a fairy.
However, for some reason, seeing Zhou Ruoxue in this light, Chen Mo instinctively recalled Zhou Ruoxue's seductive movements beneath him from the previous night.
